#damian wayne is rich

[eaxmxae]

Some random socialite: So, Damian, what was your first impression of the manor? I'm assuming it was definitely a change from your old home.

Damian, ex-prince-The-United-States-Smells-Poor., Wayne-Al Ghul: Hm, it was quite shocking how, modest, father is. I suppose he was aiming to fit into society and be comfortable by having such a quaint home.

SRC who was expecting the manor to be an upgrade:

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[prlssprfctn]

Every time another joke about Batman/Bruce Wayne passes by me, I can't help but imagine that the whole rumour about these two dating was originally (and probably accidentally) created by Bruce himself.

Just imagine, a teen Bruce, still only starting with his vigilante career, makes a crucial mistake - he pays with his own credit card in front of people, while being Batman. A stupid, absolutely instinctive mistake, but in his defence he wasn't sleeping normally for a week, and had an open wound in his stomach that day, so. Whoops.

And then someone asks Bruce Wayne about it, in front of a thousand cameras. And he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

Reporter: So, mister Wayne, recently citizens had reported that they saw Batman paying for the damage in the city... with your credit card. Care to explain details behind this?

Bruce, smiling stupidly: Oh, he is my ex. I sometimes sponsor him.

The crowd: (goes wild)

Alfred, starting at the interview back in the Batcave: ...We are never going to get rid of this, are we?

And guess what? They don't!

Bruce thinks that with time passing, with his love interests switching and new rumours spawning in the world, they might forget about it. He was young, he was stupid - he fucked up, alright?

But decades pass. He has a whole football team of kids. Everyone still ship Bruce and Batman.

And when this stupid video accidentally gets resurfaced on the internet again, his family goes insane. They start creating even more stupid rumours on galas.

Reporter: Mister Wayne... For years now, the crowds are speculating... Who is exactly your mother, and where is she now?

Damian, sighing pitifully: My father and my mother don't enjoy contacting each other, sadly. My mom says that their relationship was just a rebound; father desperately tries to forget Batman... Still, to this day.

Bruce, gripping the glass of champagne: ...

Talia, watching this interview with Ra's: Now, that's my son right there.

Dick: Oh, why I was screaming at Batman in the middle of the street a few days ago? Oh, this bastard- I mean, this respectable vigilante, he dared to get in the argument with Bruce. He can't really leave him alone, really! They are so insane about each other... So toxic, but so, uh, captivating... But you know, Bruce! He has such a fragile heart...

Gotham: Aw-w, poor mister Wayne!

Bruce, sighing: Jesus Christ.

Tim, shaking his head to the camera: I hate Red Robin, really. Did you know that his existence is just a direct offence to my father? Yeah, actually, Batman took this kid under his wing with another man - I am not going to tell who - to make dad jealous. This is disgusting!

Jason, who returned from the death by pretending that all this time he was under the child protection system after becoming an accidental witness of the second Robin's death: Oh, yeah, it was tough... Poor kid exploded in front of my eyes! Reporter: But, mister Todd-Wayne, what were you doing in that warehouse?

Jason, wiping fake tears: They were like my divorced parents, you know... Batman and Bruce. Batman really tried to mend things with dad back then, and wanted me to like him... We just wanted to spend some time together with him, and that Robin kid... God, it was terrible... Batman refuses to contact me now. I miss my second dad...

Bruce, back in the Batcave, watching as Batman's reputation goes lower and lower: ........................... Alfred: Well, master Bruce... Bruce: Not a word. Al. Please.

[outtamynoggin]

Dick, at a family dinner: -and THEN the cheese in the fondue started spinning like crazy because he used the wrong kind of cheese, HAHAHAHAHA! I mean, it was basically string cheese. And the fondue spinner was going so fast it started levitating off the table!! So now this giant cheese tentacle is just whipping around, slapping people in the face, knocking over wine glasses, and the guy just SCREAMS and dives under the table like-

Batfam: *between laughing and annoyed*

Jason: I refuse to believe this happened. This isn’t fair, how could this happen without me there?!

Tim: PLEASE tell me this happened at a high-profile gala. Please, please, please.

Damian: *arms crossed, looking disgusted* Only you could witness a culinary disaster and recount it like a battle strategy.

Dick, sticking his tongue out at him: You’re just jealous you weren’t there to see it in person, little D.

-

Dick, in his head: The Marcalone family made a deal with the Sarvanos so they’re both going to be at the harbor on the 14th at 1AM. Julian Viscan knows about this deal because his thugs caught wind of it but he decided to stay out because he’s dealing with Bella Cane after she started a riot on his territory so she can get her hands on the shipment. But I can take out both the Marcalones, Saravnos, Viscan AND Eli Smith, the gun dealer, if I move Viscan to interfere with the shipment on the 14th. Cane's also making moves on Smirth's supply chain while troubling Viscan, which means if I pull Viscan into the fray, I can collapse all four of them in one night. But I need to make sure Vsican thinks Smith's going to betray him to do this.

Dick, to the batfam: *gesturing wildly, eyes laughing* So then, the cheese tentacle just SLAPS this guy's glasses right off his face and he screams and then he starts screaming even louder that he's going to start suing EvErYtHiNg-

Dick: If I remember, Viscan's sister works at Smith&Hopkins Inc so if I mess around with the BPD and get them involved with the company, I can control all 4 of them while causing trouble for-

[ehliena]

Imagine the boys' reaction to Bruce adopting Zur-En-Arrh's teenage Bruce Clone Robin.

Damian: He tried to kill us!

Jason: What's a little attempted murder between brothers?

Tim: He'd fit right in, both of you have tried to kill me and failed.

Dick: Please don't register him as Bruce Wayne Jr. No one deserves that.

Duke: *not sure if this is a rich person thing or a Bruce Wayne thing*

[magicpiano]

Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.

Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.

Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.

This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.

[jstoddwrites]

random:

but i genuinely believe that bruce goes full billionaire father on Christmas. it is EASILY the best excuse he has to spoil the fuck out of his kids, and buy literally every single thing he thinks they would like. what are they gonna do, tell him no??? it's christmas, he's SUPPOSED to buy gifts, he's SUPPOSED to try and buy their love. if there is one day a year he gets to act a fool, and swipe his card as many times as he likes it is then.

and because he's such a freak who, for all his faults, fucking LOVES his kids -- he absolutely has a W.E elf squad, 2 elves assigned to each kid, whose sole job is to accumulate a list and find every single item on that list, and if that means haggling and daring to get into a fist fight for the last one, you better fucking do it. he is paying big money to make sure everything is secured. . . do not fail him.

everyone's still haunted by the 2013 "incident" involving dick grayson wayne, a lack of an indoor trampoline, and an uncomfortably cold conference room.

[everwalldigan]

Once the idea of Damian becoming a doctor was planted in my head I CANNOT let go of it like it’s all I’ve been thinking about.

All I can see is Damian all grown up into his 6 foot something height standing there in a white coat awkwardly while being fussed over by the mother of one of his patients☹️. Paediatrics would be such an amazing branch for him too like (just like his father) he’s trying to make sure no child has to grow up the way he did and he’s so sweet and gentle with the kids, constantly looking for any signs of abuse or unhappiness.

He has a whole drawer of candy with vegan, sugar free, halal and all kinds of options. Kids, parents, coworkers, the media, the nurses, legitimately EVERYONE absolutely adores him and he deserves that and so much more. We’ve got enough vigilantes in Gotham and the world let ONE of them be happy just ONCE don’t you think he’s suffered enough? Plus he’s already preconditioned to withstand and excel under the gruelling working environment of medicine. After being a literal assassin and vigilante his entire life, working triple shifts at the hospital would be a walk in the park.

I really hope dc goes with that route cause there’s something so satisfying about a child that’s been trained his whole life to hurt and kill choosing to help people instead. I KNOW Leslie Thompkins is somewhere in her clinic with a big ass smile about to give Bruce so much shit about there finally being a university graduate in the family (she has to be double annoying about it to make up for Alfred being unable to cause I know he would be so happy that Damian is going into that direction. Karma for Bruce dropping out of med school).

[darkeneddawning]

Escaped clone au

You know all those fics where Danny and Damian are twins but everyone first assumes Danny must be a clone? How about an au where Danny is Damian's clone who escaped the League after he was assumed dead. Damian could even have been the one to have "killed" him, back when Danny was a newly created, fully brainwashed clone minion and trying to kill Damian himself.

Danny gets adopted by the Fentons and canon goes on as normal, until Dan. Witnessing what would happen to the world should he turn evil really drove home to Danny how dangerous he is.

Even if he was confident he could be trusted with his absurd amount of power (which he isn't), what if the League of Assassins found out about him? Does he still have programming triggers from his evil assassin clone conditioning?

So, Danny does the responsible thing: he goes to Batman to turn himself in.

Cue Danny showing up on Bruce's doorstep with ghost hunting equipment, intel on the afterlife, and an almost unbelievable backstory. Somehow he still managed to be more well-adjusted than Damian.

More thoughts under the read more

Here's how I'm thinking Danny leaving the League went down:

After surviving his wounds but failing his mission, Danny (then an unnamed potential Damian replacement) knew there was no point in returning to the League. As a failure, he was meant to be disposed of. He even thought of simply allowing himself to perish, since that was what the League would do.

But he couldn't help but feel as though that would be a waste of a resource. Surely he could be of more use to the League alive than dead?

That tiny bit of rebellious logic is what caused Danny to go into hiding, only living on based on the off chance he would find opportunities to further the League's goals. Obviously, that mentality didn't last long after being exposed to the real world and meeting one Jazz Fenton.

Being adopted by the Fentons was the best cover Danny could have asked for, since any odd behavior he couldn't hide while he was learning how to be "normal" was totally overshadowed by the sheer bizarre eccentricity of his new parents. He was still the neighborhood weird kid, but even that was a major upgrade from disposable tool, so Danny considered it a win.

Anyway, if anyone likes this idea, please feel free to have at it! Interpret it as you please :)

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce probably has no idea how to handle a normal child. Like he raised Dick Grayson (a circus aerialist prodigy), Jason Todd (a street kid with a penchant for mechanics), Tim Drake (child genius), and Cassandra Cain and Damian Wayne (baby assassins)—this man would not now how to handle basic kid shit.

AP tests? Never heard of them. Bruce’s kids were more challenged by solving murder cases.

Prom dates? Nope. Bruce had to fight off the teenage sidekicks of a bunch of world-class heroes, and it was way more stressful to give a shovel talk to a kryptonian then some random high schooler.

Broken curfew? Not applicable. They fight crime at night. It’s a family bonding experience.

College applications? Laughable. Bruce is filthy fucking rich, he’s paying for his kids to get into college like every other self-respecting billionaire. (He has a reputation to uphold.)

[kb-jank]

Tim vs Damian beef is so funny to me like😭

Like no shit Tim hated Damian, imagine you're trying to live your life and keep getting bodied by a fifth grader who constantly insults you.

"He's a teenager! He shouldn't have beef with a ten year old!" WRONG, have you ever meet a teenager?? I have beef with MULTIPLE ten year olds that I don't even know, let alone are my YOUNGER SIBLINGS. Get off your phone and stop engaging in Batfam Tumblr discourse and go fight some preteens smh STEP UP YOUR GAME!!

And OF COURSE Damian hated Tim, his frontal lobe was practically negatively developed.

Homeboy grew up in a murder cult, and he tries to...murder someone? WHAT IS THIS CONUNDRUM??? Are we shocked that the kid who only knows the hierarchy of the League didn't automatically unbrainwash himself the moment he stepped into the custody of the oh so caring and sweet and understanding BATMAN? I'd send Tim flying too if I was Damian, sorry not sorry.

And I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this but Tim can be an asshole, and I'm gonna need your other hand cause Damian can be an asshole too. And I'm gonna need a third hand cause I hate to break it to all the warring stans out there, but they don't even hate eachother anymore in the comics, they're lowkey chill.

In conclusion, don't hate Tim because of Damian, there's so much better things to hate him for! Like his stupid haircuts! And his gay ass boat! And don't hate Damian because of Tim, put some god damn passion into it. Hate him because he's a theatre kid, hate him because he'd love Fortnite.

[totallynotashieldagent]

the one where bruce is too rich to understand vegas weddings

Dick: So how was the trip? Bruce: Decent enough. Designs got through. Made appearances and- Y/N: Oh and we had the funnest little pretend wedding! Jason (choking on his drink): What??? Bruce: Oh, yes! It was quaint. They even had a little Elvis impersonator and everything. Stephanie: Uhh... B. Those aren't fake. Bruce: Of course, they are! Who would actually get married like that? So pedestrian. Y/N: It was such a fun party-trick. Alfred: Master Bruce, did you get wed without me? I diapered your bottom and- Damian: Father, how could you?! Duke: Jeez, B- You really got married, huh? Bruce: It wasn't a real wedding! Y/N: Who gets married like that?! Cass pointing to Tim, who is holding Bruce's very real wedding licence. Bruce and Y/N: Oh-

[notevenhayleyhart]

Red Lipstick - Yandere!Batfam X RichGirl

Preview: The party is dreadfully boring. Bruce is desperate to leave, until a certain family arrives, that is. Only chaos ensues, trouble in the shadow of the family. Not to mention, an odd girl has captured the attention of Bruce and the others.

Word Count: 4.4K

Pov: Bruce Wayne

Chapter One:

The party was boring at best. All these events are the same with smiles so shallow that these people make a puddle seem like an ocean. 

Bringing a glass of ginger ale to my lips, everything Tim was saying to me was completely going over my head. There was a dull throb in my temples and the room was just a bit too warm, shoes too tight, people too chatty, drink not enough, and I felt like I was a second away from snapping. 

Tim continued to ramble despite it all. “These upgrades will help the Robin suit become more durable. Why does Batman get bullet proof crap and the Robin suit has the safety of a stripper's outfit?”

“Have Dick look into it.” With one swing, I downed the rest of the drink. 

We were going unbothered by some miracle. For now at least. Usually, people would try to strike something up with me by now, useless deals for me that would only benefit the other guy. Wayne Enterprises is both a blessing and a curse.

Instead of being here, I could be out patrolling, put on the suit and be the symbol this city desperately needs. Not only the city. I need Batman. Without—I'm just a billionaire playboy. No different than the other sleazebags here. 

A whole lot of assholes is what they are. 

My eyes skim the crowd. Speaking of Dick. He has two women chatting him up, their revealing black dresses making me roll my eyes. He talks animatedly, that familiar smile is on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. Then there's Jason behind him, not even sparing the woman a glance as his grey eyes glared at the tie he was tugging at.

The women of the family were missing at the event, along with Damian (who was too young and—who would frankly—pick a fight with anyone who looked at him a certain way). Stephanie and Cassandra opting for a girls' night. Originall,y I planned to come here with them. When I found out they wouldn't be coming, I dragged the boys along with me. 

Like I’d suffer in this hell alone. 

Tim suddenly went quiet and my gaze traveled back to him. 

He asked, “you're not listening to me, are you?”

“You’ll keep talking regardless.”

“Fair point.” And then he went on and on about details I wasn't in any mood to discuss. His innovativeness was a gift, but at the moment, I wished I hadn't brought him along.

A sudden buzz entered the air only seconds later. Searching for the source, I came up empty handed. My brows creased together and I grabbed another flute off a passing by waiter's tray, placing the empty one down. Tim was no different from me, I could tell from the look on his face he was alert. 

Force of habit. 

With our gigs though, it was a given to be aware of your surroundings. 

“They're coming . . . you see them outside don't you?” a woman whispered too loudly. 

A man muttered, “it's been months since they’ve been to an event.”

“Do you think the son will marry my daughter?”

“Bizarre lifestyle, couldn't be mine even if I tried . . .”

Then there was a baby crying. Who the hell brings their kids to this kind of event? 

Coming back into focus, I saw a confused Tim, you could all but see the gears turning in his head. Ever the detective, it didn't take long for him to figure it out. Under his breath he said, “ the MorningStar’s-”

The main doors opened and it was like floodgates to a dam were opened instead. Are these people that significant? The name MorningStar was only a blimp on my radar. They were up and coming years back, making splashes but not anything to do with me—so I disregarded them. Apparently, not many did the same. 

The family of five were surrounded by journalists and cameras before they could get through the doors. 

This time, I sought out Tim. “What do they do?”

Tim crossed his arms, smirk corked. “Do I look like google?”

“Tim.”

“Right.” He sighed, eyes unable to move from the people of the hour. “Oscar MorningStar was a pretty average guy in his early years. Nothing special about him as a dock worker. But then he came up with this ingenious design. Simple yet complex, honestly, I would kill to-”

“Don't even think about it,” I gave him a look. “Not now at least.”

“I like his designs! I’ve incorporated some of the mechanics into the batcave you know? It's just—it's not something you or I would think of—it almost like his work is intimate. His designs are so precise, I envy it.”

That got a snort out of me. He cleared his throat, put up a bravado. 

“Anyhow, that's his wife, Willow. Then he’s got three kids. Oldest to youngest, there's Pacifica, Prince, and Penelope, I believe.”

Out of the corners of my eyes I noticed Dick’s attention in the same place as ours. The two women were pouting, huffy about the attention being stripped from them. 

“Why do they catch so much attention?” I asked myself more than him. 

It was as if the rest of us were pests attracted to their honey. 

“Likely because they're just not . . . one of the rich. There's still a shine in their eyes, a lack of greed in their outlook. You can practically see that in Oscar's way of doing business.” For the first time in a long time, Tim Drake was lost for words. “You won't find anyone else like that in this room. Some hate that, are confused by it, or fascinated.” He looked at his father and narrowed his eyes. “I'm assuming you're the last one on that list.”

There was truth to his words. 

I found myself just as captivated by them, no different from the other pests. 

It wasn't like a group of common citizens walked into a room they weren't meant to be in. It was something different than that, far more different. Though they didn't exactly act like the other rich patrons either.

They looked at each other with sincerity, care. Tightly bunched together, finding comfort in each other's presence—so despite all the cameras in front of them—you would’ve thought they were in their home with how untense their shoulders were. Yet, with each camera shudder, there was a small tightening of brows here and a smile becoming falterier there. Oscar was protective of his family, my eyes landing on his hand wrapped around his wife's waist. Simply another show of their care. And in the center, who they were encompassing, was Penelope (or so I guess, as the youngest, it would make sense for her to be surrounded by the barrier of her family, protected from the circling vultures).

Penelope, she was an older teenger by the looks of it. She was the most uncomfortable, first to have her smile crack. She said something to her father that got the group to laugh. Without another moment passing, they broke free from the vultures and found a table for five. 

Dick came walking over to us, Jason in tow. There was a stupid lost look on the eldest's face. 

“The ‘MorningStars?’ Why is this the first time I'm hearing of them?”

Tim didn't miss a chance to mock his older brother. “What are you doing over here in the slums? I thought you were talking to Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”

He sent a glare Tim’s way. “Can it.” He looked to me. “Are they news to you?”

“Not necessarily.” I rubbed the scruff of my jaw, my eyes darting between Dick and the family. “They're rich, major players, just not in our industry. They don't make themselves known. I know of them, always have since Osacar made his big break. But they're  . . .”

“On the lowkey,” Dick finished. 

Jason narrowed his eyes. “They must be up to something.”

The three of us said in the same moment, with conviction, “no.”

They weren't suspicious, per se. They were just set apart—different. As if that fact hadn’t been emphasized thirty times in one night. I sighed and resisted looking back to them one last time. Suddenly, all thought of being Batman and wanting to leave were the farthest thing from my mind. Penelope’s tense face flashed behind my eyes. 

“You should go talk with them,” Dick told Tim with a sly smile. 

“What!? Why me?”

“Well, our options are between sir broods a lot over here.” Dick pointed his thumb in the direction of Jason. “Then there's B, who would probably scare them, since they look like such laid-back people.”

Tim raised a brow. “And you?”

“Well if it all goes to shit, I don't want it to be on me. At least then I can sweep in and clean up the pieces, giving me a perfect opening to talk with ‘em.”

Jason, meanwhile, was nowhere near on board with this scheme. I couldn't say I was all that agreeing either. “Why should we associate with them?”

My voice is gruff, “I agree.”

“Sure, they're sparkly and new, but it's not like we need any more attention. Even if you just want to make friends, we all know how loaded that is. Nothing good could come out of being in close relations with us.” There was more left unsaid, but his message was clear enough. 

Time frowned and looked at me. 

I was already shaking my head, eyeing the flute in my hand with still amber liquid. Taking a sip I didn't bother looking up. “Don't look at me. I agree with Jason.”

That snapped heads his way. 

A muscle in my jaw clenched. “I don't want to hear it. They're already different as it is among the rich; we’re set apart in our own way as well. Let's keep it that way. Besides, how interesting can they be? We have enough on our plates. We have no reason to associate with the MorningStar's-”

“That can be changed,” a charming voice said. 

Lost in their own bubble, they never realized the quiet presence of Oscar approaching. 

Four pairs of eyes blink at him, dumbfounded. The man's smile was genuine. Dick was the first to return it, extending his hand. 

Oscar shook his hand, a small scrunch in his brows. “Dick Grayson, right?”

“Right.”

At the affirmation, a fuller smile spread across Oscar's face. “Well, I’m Oscar MorningStar. It's nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Oscar.” Dick’s head lolled to the side, looking at me with a look that screamed ‘see? We can make nice.’

Tim piped up. “It's good to see you here, Mr. MorningStar.” There was an unmissable look of rare admiration in his gaze. 

That got a laugh from the older man. “Call me Oscar, you're making me feel old.” His eyes drifted to me but went back to my son slowly. “Honestly it's a miracle me and my family are here.”

“Yes, you rarely attend gatherings. Why is that?”

Oscar shrugged. “It's not really our thing.”

“But something here is your thing,” I said, “or else you wouldn't be here.”

“Guilty,” the grin on him goes bashful. 

Curious.

He’s rich, not as rich as me, but his company is making millions and his stocks are only on the rise. How does a man do that with a personality like that? He's not nervous, but not exactly the definition of confidence. The air surrounding him isn't exactly threatening either.

“In all honesty,” his hand rubbed the back of his neck, eyes unmistakably meeting mine. “I'm here because I wanted to talk business with you.” 

He's firm. To the point. Maybe that's what makes his methods effective?

Regardless, the request got a shit eating grin on Tim’s face. He took the stage. “You know, if Bruce doesn't want to work with you, I’d be more than happy to. I’d love to get my hands on-”

“Tim,” I said. 

The boy pursed his lips and turned away with a frown. 

“While I appreciate the offer, Mr. MorningStar, I don't believe our business would clash well.” A false smile pulled at my lips.

Oscar countered. “You do plenty of work in biotech and tech in general, manufacturing, shipping; I’m not such a fool as to approach a man for business without doing my reading on him.” He stood tall with his shoulders back, but there wasn't anything looming about him. “My tech will help yours. Improve upon the foundation you have already set. This way, people in Gotham will be working with a more efficient system. I won't get into the details now, but the effects of what I plan to accomplish with you will help your average worker. 

“We can put less strain on the people who are responsible for the clothes on our backs. Someone has to sit behind the sewing machine after all, why not give that person a little help? In the ways we can, at least.” 

Tim got one thing right. There was a lack of greed in him. His words were disgustingly genuine.

“Those are some high expectations. How can I be sure that your supposed plan will meet them?” Behind the mask, I was still a businessman. 

I could all but feel Tim and Dick glaring at me for trying to deter the man. They’ve made their cards clear; they wanted to see what this man was about. And here I was shutting him down so quickly. Jason was nodding approvingly. What none of us expected was the youngest MorningStar to take to the stage and tap a finger on the microphone. 

“Hello? Hear me? Check one, two, three?” Her voice has a bit of an edge to it, not what I expected from her appearance. 

The boys catch sight of Penelope on the stage and Tim's mouth falls open. An amused expression crossed Dick’s face while one akin to annoyance passed Jason’s. 

They're so distracted that they don't notice Oscar's soft groan. He rubbed a hand down his face, “idiot,” he grumbled behind his hand. 

A soft hum left me, I bought the flute to my lips. Based on his unreactive response, this wasn't all that new of a thing. 

Interesting. Just who are you, Penelope?

The most pressing thought on my mind was something along the lines of thinking her a fool. She would no doubt embarrass her father and make a scene. Here I was brushing her off as a reckless teenager, because clearly she fits the bill. So much for the MorningStar's being mysterious, their only human.

“So,” she said into the mic. “I want to make a small announcement, courtesy of my sister.” She effectively had the room's attention. A smirk was on her face while she gestured to the right wing of the stage.

Climbing the stairs to the stage was her brother, Prince I took it, carrying who must Pacifica. The girl was squirming and struggling to get out of her brother's grip, legs kicking. Prince winced when the stiletto stabbed his thigh, though his grip was unrelenting. 

Tim laughed beside me. Oscar tensed all the more. 

Penelope went on. “This is Pacifica. She is looking for a suitor.”

Prince leaned over—holding a feral young woman—and said into the mic, “preferably between the ages of 20 to 25.”

The youngest nodded, talking to the crowd as if they were on a game show. “She’s sorta rowdy. But there's no return policy, so if she steals your heart or you hers, no backsies. And she's . . . um . . . well she will make sure you're the most stylish man around. Shit, I forgot, she's into women too!”

The male leaned back over, “she’ll make you into the most stylish woman around.”

“She's also super nice and will cook you some good meals. Keep you in tip-top shape. But she is stingy and can be an ass sometimes. Newsflash, she doesn't like lazy people.”

A whole shit show was taking place right before my eyes.

And the crowd of drunken rich men and women were eating out of this young lady's palm. They laughed and I didn't miss the looks mothers and fathers sent to their children. Backs were patted, urged forward. 

The eldest sister protested, “I do not need you jackasses to set me up!”

Prince rolled his eyes. “Trust me. You do. Nobodies touching you with a ten-foot pole with that attitude.”

“My attitude is just fine! Let go! Your dirty hands are messing up my dress!”

“Dirty!?”

As her sisters continued to bicker in the background, Penelope stepped forward and blocked them from view (not that that did much). Her little red smile twitched. “Anyhow-”

“Nell!” A whole new woman came onto the stage. Based on the semblance, I assume that's Willow, the mother of the family. “Get the hell off the stage!” There was a symphony of whoops and hollers. Some shouting they should let the girl speak. To which the mother glared at those individuals, a look that pierced their souls no doubt. “I’ll have you assholes know that it's not above me to get my hands dirty.” 

“That's my cue,” Oscar said fast. Rushing through a crowd that parted for him, all to reach his wife and children. 

Ushering them off the stage, he was able to dismantle it all effectively. With one look at Prince, he got him to put down his sister. Though it did take a few words for him to get Penelope to give him the microphone. He looked sweetly into the crowd. “Well I'm so sorry for these people.” Without another word, he took his wife's elbow and escorted his family off the stage. 

I sighed, “if only I could wrangle you guys in like that.”

“Hey, we respect your orders B.” Dick said.

“Speak for yourself.”

Jason was sour, as he had been since I forced him to come along and skip patrol. “What the hell even was that?”

“Those MorningStars really are a whole bunch of characters, huh?” Tim said with a smirk. 

Dick rolled his eyes. “Look at your own family, idiot.”

Everything after that was fairly calm. Oscar didn't approach us again, likely thinking the deal was officially ruined given his family's behavior. If anything, it makes things easier. Though a part of me, a very, very small part of me, was curious to know what he was offering me. 

The night wasn't getting any younger, things truly began to get into full swing.

When I noticed how loud it was for the first time, I paused my motions. What happened to that damn headache that was haunting me? 

Weid. Likely, my body was aware that this would all be over soon. All I needed to do was stick around for half an hour more. 

The four of us now moved to the bar counter, I opted to stand while the others sat.

When the buzz about the MorningStar's died down and the drinks were passed around in full, that meant bold investors were approaching me. At least once every ten minutes. I promptly ignored Dick’s snickering as another man came my way.

He stumbled and began to blubber as soon as he was in earshot. “Mr. Wayne!” As if we were good friends. “Believe me when I say that you would be wise to invest in the future!”

The others (traitors) were ignoring him. Talking amongst themselves and leaving me to fend for myself. 

I don't even offer the man a smile. 

“Wayne, you need me and my company's goods. Without us, you'll find yourself missing something!” The only thing I felt myself missing was Oscar's approach when it came to proposals. Or literally anyone else. 

This was the sixth idiot of the night to approach me, possibly the worst one yet.

I inspected the drunken man in front of me, watching him go on and on. All the while, I haven't said a single thing. He kept going . . . on and on and on. 

My eyes droop. 

I could pretend to be in my own bubble for only so long. Truth be told, I was in a party surrounded by people who would like to leave me alone. I love this city, I wouldn't do what I do if I didn't. But social events are so much harder to bear when a point can't be found anywhere. 

How do these people do it? Live a life so lost in booze and their own spending? Compounding their money whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was so devoid of any true meaning. Meanwhile, in the alleyway of this very building, there was someone probably getting mugged. Someone was shot somewhere. A family starved. A stray cat or dog is going without a home. 

My hand twitched by my side, jaw clenched as I glowered at the man in front of me. He was gabbing about how his oil rigs were some of the best around. How he could cut Bruce some of the profits if he did this and that. 

A small crash sounded in the corner. A jolt of something goes through my body. And before looking, I already know who it is. Can all but feel it on my skin. 

I looked above the man who was still going on, seeing the three siblings once more causing a ruckus. 

The idea that this is why they never come to social events takes root in my head and an unexpected, tremendously small, smile tugged at my lips. I wouldn't take them out either. Wasn't this the exact reason I never brought along Damein? 

Pacifica was taking this time to rebel against her sister, towering over wide-eyed Penelope, who had toppled over in her chair (the reason for the crash). Prince grabbed his sister by the arms and Pacifica waved to her as Prince dragged her to the grand Piano splat in the middle of the room. 

I had a strong feeling that roughhousing was a common thing in their home. 

Curiosity took hold of me. 

These siblings seemed to always be at the damn center of attention. Eyes always on them, and it was like they didn't have to try. 

Dick swiveled in his chair, glass half brought to his lips before his eyes widened, drink suddenly forgotten he nudged Tim. Jutting his head in the direction of Penelope, both boys' eyes settled on the impatient girl. 

She was glaring at her brother, insulting him is what I guessed she was saying from the fast movements of her mouth and accusatory finger poking into his chest. But he said one thing, and that's all it took for her body to go rigid and turn tight-lipped. 

I find myself leaning closer, as if that would allow me to hear. 

Seriously? Since when-

She huffed and faced forward in the piano seat. By now, many had stopped to stare. But she didn't seem to mind it. It rolled off of her and she looked off into space for a time, chewing on her lip. 

When something came to her, she took the lid off the piano and glanced around. Waiting to see if anybody would try and stop her. All she found was curious glances and her brother holding two thumbs up. 

At last I spoke to the drunken man. “Would you mind? I'm spending time with my family.” he suddenly stopped and looked at the others and sighed, waddling off, yes, waddling. 

Spending time with my family my ass. 

But she was about to start and I was too curious to hear it that I didn't want him talking my ear off simultaneously. 

What would she play? 

I observed her posture, the way she positioned her hands and began to tap her heel. She licked her red painted lips, and closed her eyes for just the briefest of seconds. 

A little wonder is what she is. 

Her fingers took to the keys, and her movements were comparable to a professional. Fingers gliding with such a smooth touch that it made sense the sound was so breathtaking. I recognized the song as Golden Hour as she moved further along in the melody. 

The shuffling of the party halted and she became the center. The beating heart. Her lips parted, eyes lost in the playing. Her brother looked at her with pride, but I barely registered him—unwilling to look away from her. 

The song made it to the chorus. I’ve never been the biggest fan or performances, but something about the heart she put into it made me want to listen to her do a dozen more songs. An essence was put into her movements, her soul laid bare for all to witness. 

How many could do that? 

How she did it wasn't something that could be taught. 

Regardless, how she moved just showed she wasn't simply raw talent. But truly put time into being good. 

God did it show. 

I didn't want any of it to be over: her moment, the moment, the song, even the feeling of curiosity I felt in my chest. 

Up until that moment, I was lumping her and her family into one thought, the ‘MorningStars.’ But looking at her, watching her like this, I found myself wanting to make her into more in my mind. What's her favorite color? What does she like? What makes her skin crawl? Her fears? Deep-seated desires? 

She was her own person, a spectacle that I needed to know. 

Never have I seen a girl like her. So bold yet on the lowkey. She’s human, as complex as the rest of us, but watching her play made her something other. My head tilted to the side as I watched her. I wanted to know her. She’s a mystery the detective in me wants to solve. 

Who is she? What is she? 

Reckless, clearly, from that speech given. Yet she has such an amazing capacity to be graceful, her performance adding kindling to that fire. 

I looked to the others and saw they were just as taken aback by her. She was something entirely different, new to us and this world. Jason was glaring at her with begrudged admiration. Dick had a full smile on his face. Then there was Tim who was recording the whole damn thing. 

Something told me he wasn't the only one. 

Her family was definitely making it into the paper, no doubt. But something told me she, in particular, would be mentioned separately in the conversation of this extraordinarily hectic night. 

If you want to read further ^^ -> Chapter 2 of Red Lipstick

[excarow]

Honestly I've read like 3 fics with the premise of Tim becoming Damian's favourite brother after he sees how Tim is able to manipulate the upper class or how Tim can say 'fuck you' to rich business men and get away with it and holy fuck that trope has me in a death grip

[littlefankingdom]

The Fandom: Try to force traditional family roles and the nuclear family's format on the found family that is the Batfam. Cannot accept Barbara and Steph as Batfam's members because "they're not Bruce's daughters!". Cannot accept that characters that aren't Bruce's children wear bat symbols (pls have you ever consume any Batman media??? The bat is a symbol, it's not about Bruce!!!) See Damian and Dick having a deep relationship and it must be a father/son relationship!

The source material: Bruce LITERALLY telling Damian that the bats living in the Batcave (and Gotham as a whole?!) aren't his pets, they are his family. His nuclear family got killed in an alley, wild animals are family too now.

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

I’ve had an idea ringing around in my head for a while, so I’m gonna throw it out in the wild. It’s a little silly and maybe a little stupid, but I think it could be fun-

So!

Y’know how there are those multiverse/time shenanigans fics where members of the batfam get thrown around timelines and different continuities? Like wfa Nightwing gets tossed into Young Justice cartoon universe? Things like that?

Well!

It’s always the bats who it happens to, so I was thinking, what if it happened to them out of costume. Like somehow instead of Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan, Spoiler, Signal, and Robin getting sent to a different time/universe, it’s the Waynes (and Steph, who’s not adopted but is a sibling none the less).

And even better, they get sent to a time where (using the young justice animated example) the team doesn’t know who Robin and Batman are yet, so they’re just really confused as to why some random Billionaire’s kids (and holy shit that guy got so many kids-) meanwhile Robin (Dick) is trying not to stare at Batman with wtf written on his face.

On flip side, the batfam is trying desperately to seem freaked out and not be too familiar with the people because they’re supposed to be civilians.